90 Jolly Saints and Superweapons

"You know, I don't remember ordering poisoned meat, Bernard. What in the hell did coat these wings in?! The devil's tears?!"

"Don't be a wuss, lad. If the she can handle it, so can you."

She didn't reply at all. She hadn't even been paying attention in the first place. Although she physically present, her mind was not — she was gone.

Like a mindless automaton, Lu'um absentmindedly ate her wings in silence as she wrestled against her own thoughts.

"…Hm? Is she alright? Her eyes seem kind of… off."

"Nothing in particular? She'll be fine, I think. But I sure as hell won't if you don't get me something to drink! My tongue's going to fall off at this rate!"

Ulbo stroked his chin in contemplation and said, "These taste sweeter than when I last had them. Did you change the recipe, little crow?"